I working on Sally’s PC, trying to figure out what she did to screw up IE6, and Tammy in the next office says, rather loudly, “Oh Baby, you are such a dumbo!..dammit, I’ll deal with that when I get home!”
I snickered, “She must be talking to her Husband.”
“No,” responds Sally, “She’s reading her email.”
Sure enough, next I hear, “Ah shit Mama, I ain’t gonna believe that!”
Goofy.
I talk to my email too, but usually only to tell it to hurry up and display a message when it’s being slow, or something like that.
Maybe she’s communing with the ghost of emails past.
Was it gmail?
Google must be developing something to allow the user and gmail to have some sort of interactice voice snarkfest about received emails.
I don’t know why I expect the gmail voice to be Richard Pryor’s.
gmail: “Is that yo momma in that attachment?”
“You got issues with that? I got issues with yo’ mama on the cover.”
Snarkfest…I like that.
You think talking to emails is bad? I talk to plants.
they talk back sometimes…
Alone in the lab all night, I talk to everything. An analyzer starts beeping, I tell it to hold on, I’m coming… I talk to my specimens, curse my plastic pipettes if they miss the garbage can when I toss them… I guess it’s a good thing I work nights alone. They might lock me up otherwise.
So does Prince Charles.
So then…are you both nuts?
Are you guys kidding? Pieces of dialogue overheard in my 4-table island today, and we’ve been at work for half an hour only:
Myself: “oh cool, no shit today” (no new emails; high level customer support)
Miguel: “oh God, what have I done to deserve this, why do you punish me, why oh why do all these people write to me… what the HELL, this woman has made the same request five times in two weeks, you’d think ‘no’ was a simple word to understand…” (poor guy is in charge of fixing passwords and accesses for everybody in a several-thousand people, six-country company)
Manuel: “Aw NO, no fuckin’ shit! But who the fuck gave this guy a job, he’s a total moron! Oh damnit… A what? YEAH RIGHT, it’s a fucking MONTH to Christmas, what an ass…” (in charge of purchasing for IT)
Carlos: “” (hasn’t arrived yet, but watching his face as he opens his email is usually quite interesting, I’d love to be allowed to take pictures)
